[FM] Addictive Tinder Hookup

“I’m a little scared” I texted him, and in a matter of seconds there was his reply “Thank God. Me too.” Previously we had only messaged each other on Tinder, where he had first spotted my profile. I knew I liked his pictures, but would I like him in person? It was almost midnight and this whole idea of him spontaneously dropping by my apartment seemed quite a bold move for a first date. “Nothing has to happen, we do whatever we feel like doing and nothing more”, he wrote just as those doubtful thoughts crossed my mind. I silently agreed. And then the doorbell rang.

My heart thumping, I opened and there he was, a little taller than me, lean but athletic, short dark hair. He nervously held up a bottle of champagne in front of him “I brought us this”. I took the bottle and let him in, inviting him to take a seat where he felt like it. He chose the dining table and I filled two glasses with the fizzy drink and sat across from him. We both sipped, looking at each other and trying to get a feel for the situation. I examined his features. A strong nose and chin and a masculine jawline set against a boyish grin and sparkle in his eyes. Just the way I liked it. We began to talk and quickly found that we shared a similar professional background as well as interests such as travelling and political debate. Midway in a lively discussion on the nature of the financial industry he said “It feels like I’ve known you for a long time”, to which I replied “Yeah, I’m surprised at how well we get along, too.”
“I want to show you something, a comedian I love” he said, moving over to the nearby couch. I settled in beside him, bursting out in laughter as the scene he showed me on his smartphone played out. “Not many women share my sense of humour” he remarked with an air of pleasant surprise, to which I merely nodded in agreement and rested my head on his shoulder. He breathed in slowly, taking in the scent of my hair then leaned down towards me, muttering under his breath “you’re something, you know that?” I looked up, his lips so very close to mine, and with a sense of longing closed the gap.

He kissed me back, greedily, passionately, and I was relieved at his urgency, feeling a pleasant tug in my groin as his tongue entered my mouth. I could sense my arousal build up, my breath more rapid and my nipples hardening. I pressed myself against him, uttering a faint moan as he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap. I sat on top of him, straddling his legs and through the crotch of my pants could feel his bulge pressing against me. I felt myself getting wet at the thought of his hard dick so close to my entrance and, breathing heavily, showered his neck in kisses. “I have to have you”, he spluttered, embracing me tightly. I gave him another kiss, then slowly got up and took his hand, leading him into my bedroom. Standing in front of the bed, we shared another intense kiss as I started to undo the buttons of his shirt. In response, his hand travelled to my back, first squeezing my butt and then working its way up under my top to open my bra. I had already opened his shirt and kissed his chest, teasing his nipples with my tongue. We gazed at one another, and understood. Briefly letting go, we hastily undressed completely and, his skin against mine, his body pushed me back towards the bed.

I let myself fall onto the sheets, looking at him from below and admiring his massive erection. He was a nice medium size, his uncircumcised foreskin still covering the edge of the tip. I opened my legs, inviting him into my already glistening wet crack. Slowly he moved his body over mine, stopping at my breasts and gently sucking on my nipples, which only made me want him more. His tummy rubbing against mine, he moved further up, burying his nose in the bend of my neck. I could feel the soft skin of his dick brush my clit, his hardness pressing against my swollen lips. I had always loved this sensation, the hotness and the throbbing, indicating how much a man wants me. Unable to stand it even a second longer, I reached down and directed him towards my entrance. I could feel the tip slipping in and enjoyed every inch of him entering me. I groaned in delight as I felt him filling me up, his size seemingly a perfect fit for me. He started moving his hips, rubbing against the sensitive patch of tissue on the roof of my pussy. I flexed my pelvic muscles, tightening myself to feel him even more intensely and he moaned “I can’t take this, I can’t—” and came inside of me. I felt the pumps of him releasing his load, his body quivering with pleasure and I smiled to myself. Too excited. I took it as a compliment.

After a minute of catching his breath and still on top of me, he made eye contact and sheepishly said “Sorry about that”. I cheekily replied “You can make up for it later.” Then we snuggled up under the blankets, spooning and quietly enjoying each others presence. After only a few minutes he coarsely whispered into my ear “I am crazy about you” and I could already feel his erection against my buttcheeks. Still aroused from before, I turned around, his hard dick now pressing against my mound and started to kiss him again. My hand on his shoulder gently pushing him onto his back, I slowly made my way down his neck and onto his chest where I kissed and sucked his nipples. He exhaled audibly, anticipating my next move, and sure enough I continued down his belly and below his belly button, where I was greeted by a glorious hard-on. I stroked him with my fingertips, musing to myself about that fascinating combination of marvellously soft skin and rock solid body. Closing my fingers around the shaft, I let the tip of my tongue circle the head, licking up the small drop of pre-cum that had built on it. He moaned. I closed my lips around him, taking his tip into my mouth and gleefully noted him writhing. I started to move my hand and head up and down in unison, varying the pressure and intensity. When I then also started to suck on him he warned “My God, you’re amazing at this. Stop right now or I can’t guarantee…” My eyes twinkling, I released him from my mouth and purred “Come here you bad boy.” A split second later he had pushed me onto my back again and rammed his dick into me. I gasped, my hips pressing up against him. He took me hard, and I was ready for it, my throbbing pussy anticipating every thrust. I could not get enough of him and held his gaze, almost in a trance. Soon I clawed his back, squealing with pleasure as I felt a huge orgasm build. We climaxed together, my contractions intensifying his experience. In an exhausted embrace we lay there, panting and I thought to myself “I’m well and truly addicted to this man.”

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